Vampire Hetalia X Reader (Old Ver.)

Chapter 24: Sleepyhead

The greenhouse was humid, Eliza repotting some petunias, soil spread across her yellow apron. A green bandana covered her light brown hair.

"Oh, hello." She smiled once she noticed you. She didn't turn her attention from the plants though, eyes full of concentration.

You smiled, deciding to look over the rest outside. The pumpkin patch was there as usual, however there was something new. Rather someone. The slim figure was hidden behind the roses, pale hands cupping the flowers. Francis smiled sweetly, touching each rose with affection. His hair was tied in a ribbon hanging over his shoulder, his maroon uniform in contrast against the brightly colored flowers.

You wanted to call out but thought better of it.

"_?"

Crap. "Eheh, hello Francis."

"Good evening. What brings you to the Garden club today?"

"I just thought I'd stop by. I didn't know you were a part of it."

He nodded, "Of course. I love roses. So sweet, beautiful...innocent." His cheeks blushed slightly, eyes staring longingly at the petals.

"Ah, though none could compare to you Mon Cheri." He was back to his flirtatious self, bringing out a rose.

"For me? You really do know how to flatter a woman."

He smiled at the compliment, placing the pink rose into your hand, fingers straying over yours.

"Last year it was white, wasn't it?" He asked, "I suppose this is fitting, then."

"Hm?"

He chuckled softly, "Forget it. Goodbye, mi amour."

He trudged across the grass, disappearing into the greenhouse. The pink rose's aroma filled the air, filling you with a mix of nostalgia and...something you couldn't quite discern.

***

The sky was dark, the last remnants of light fading on the horizon. The air was chilly, hugging your sweater closer against your body. It felt odd to enter the school at night, most of the lights off save for a classroom at the end of the hall, yellow light seeping through a crack in the door.

"Welcome."

You nodded at the source of the voice, the Professor smiling.

Quickly choosing a seat your trial night classes began. The professor was a woman in her mid-thirties, her red hair pinned back in a bun. She spoke softly, as if we were children or hungover. It was quite soothing. The atmosphere was strange...There were about fifteen students total. You sighed silently, not seeing anyone you knew. Not that you expected anything else.

"These classes are experimental though that doesn't mean you shouldn't take them seriously..."

You were paying attention but every once in awhile your mind or eyes would wander, taking in the room or people. A man in the left back corner was sound asleep, snoring slightly. New pamphlets were handed out.

"Your first assignment will be a project. It will start in a few weeks but here is the outline. You'll also be assigned a partner. For the project you must come up with a product. You have a week to decide."

A project already? Perhaps the time wasn't the only experimental thing about these classes.

You poke your partner's shoulder, white scarf masking most of his sleeping face.

"*Ahem*."

You poked his arm again, him slowly stirring.

"Hmm?" You sleepily asked, white/silver bangs hanging slightly into his purple eyes.

"I'm your new partner, _."

He sat up, "_, da?" He smiled, "Ivan."

"Nice to meet you."

..."Um you mind if I sit next to you?"

He shook his head side to side, sliding the desk closer to his own.

I didn't mean right on top of you...

"So we are partners?" He asked after some silence. He was asleep the whole time?! You had to have to worst partner. Maybe he wouldn't be like this all the time.

"Yeah...um it explains it in the packet."

He looked down at the paper on his desk like he wondered how it got there.

Throughout the rest of the class his head would sometimes droop. His head bobbed slightly before resting on his desk, white scarf cascading to the ground. You slowly picked it up. Gently lifting his head, fingers in his hair, you turned the scarf into a makeshift pillow. He nuzzled against the fabric, blush spreading across your face.

These night classes were going to be interesting.

***

"Hey Feliciano!" You waved, him and Ludwig stopping on the track.

They jogged over, the scent of man and sweat filling your nose.

"What's up bella?"

"I thought you guys might be thirsty."

You handed them two bottles of water.

"Ah, thank you." Ludwig said, graciously took the water, downing almost all of it in one gulp.

Damn...

"I know we don't have any classes today so I thought I'd say hi."

"That was very nice of you to do."

Ludwig was the who talked, Feliciano still out of breath.

"Working hard I see."

He smiled weakly.

"Well we should go shower. Talk to you later_." Ludwig waved, practically having to drag Feliciano towards the dorms.

You didn't have any more classes today. Unfortunately you did have civic duties. You sighed, gloomily heading towards the janitor's closet. It was small and damp, mold growing everywhere. Ironic. The first few days you didn't work with anyone else though you'd sometimes see a student outside picking up soda cans/recyclables through a window.

"This blows." You sighed, the metal tool in your hand scraping at the gum stuck to the underside of a desk. You dropped the stale pink piece in a plastic garbage bucket.

BANG!

You jumped at the loud noise, a mop bucket hitting the floor, soapy water sloshing out. The person responsible was Gilbert, wearing an un-amused face with a mop in his hand.

He smiled a toothy grin upon seeing you. "Oh, look who. Didn't think goody-two-shoes would be on her hands and knees scraping gum."

You were frozen, watching him cross the floor, that mischievous glint in his red eyes. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest, past memories flooding back. Hot skin, sharp fangs. You had to mentally remind yourself to breathe, choking.

You waited for him to do something however he doesn't take more time than that to make conversation, silently mopping the floor.

Maybe he's just as in a hurry to get out of here as I am.

He was at the door about to leave.

"Hey!"

"Hm?" He turned around un-amused.

"H-how am I supposed to leave?"

He looked at the wet floor, boxing you in by the windows where you were cleaning.

"Looks like you'll have to wait until it dries. Or just walk across, goody-two-shoes." He stated plainly, leaving you alone, fingers of the setting sun reaching over your back. Their heat burned, tears cold in comparison as they spotted the floor. You weren't sure why you were crying...expect part of you knew. You were terrified, relieved he was gone. Even so, his grip on you would never leave.